Blitz Tearing Up As He Says "I'll Do Anything," Thinking He's Genuinely Selling Himself, Before The Breakup,

Blitz tearing up as he says "I'll do anything," thinking he's genuinely selling himself, before the breakup, got me in the feels. Ouch. Fuuuck.

Yes. Usually no, but he likes to take care of Stolas fully, which means in both of his forms <3 Blitz adores the heck outta both of Stolas's bodies. So whichever his dumb fluffy baby is feeling that day? Absolutely. But, you know, they tooooootally weren't like, a Thing. Not at all. Not at all.... lemme just run off and sob now

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do you think.....

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Blitz would probably never admit that he would have been crushed if Angel said no, but when the performer said yes? The imp's golden eyes seemed to brighten and he stood up a little straighter, obviously delighted. Even his tail seemed to be a little more perked up now, in a higher arc above him, and his smile was genuine. Blitz was hardly the kind of polished company he figured Angel usually ran with, but goddamn it, he was going to make the most of the chance to meet this guy. Getting to know someone who had so many different skills, whose charisma kept anyone around him on their toes? This was a day Blitz was never going to forget.

It would all end in flames, of course. Anything good was bound to crash and burn. But hey, fuck it. Life was all about crashing and burning, so might as well enjoy a couple barrel rolls along the way, right? Or so he told himself, before getting confused by his own metaphor.

"Neither have I. My daughter told me 'fuck no' when I invited her, and my employees kiiiiiind of looked at me like maybe I've lost my fucking mind," Blitz admitted, although he sounded ridiculously entertained by it, "so thank you for being the one person who is down to go check out some fuckin' fish with me." He offered Angel his arm, practically bubbling, he was so damn excited about this.

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When they stepped out into the street and some asshole Sinner immediately leered out a car window and shouted something crude at Angel Dust, Blitz didn't even hesitate; a pistol was in his hand before the fucker had even finished shouting, aimed at his face.

"Keep driving, bitch!" Blitz shouted back.

Wisely, the Sinner immediately put the pedal to the medal.

With a satisfied little snort, Blitz put the gun back inside his jacket, continuing on like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just revealed to Angel that maybe the pretty spider had just agreed to hang out with a nutjob.

"So when you're not hanging out with imps," he said, as they made their way to the new aquarium--there were signs all over the block now, advertising 'real Earth fish!' which absolutely had to be a lie, but was such a good lie that Blitz was hooked--along with a sizable crowd of other curious people, "what do you do? Like, for fun? Do you have any favorite shows, or hobbies, or anything? I know, awkward fuckin' small talk, right? But like." He hopped over a puddle of blood, not in the mood to have to clean his boots when he got home. "I'd kinda like to be friends? And this is how we start that shit, right?"

Continued for @doublejango

There were a million things going through Angel's head as the other talked, ranging from somewhat cocky, to immensely depressed. He was flattered that the other thought he was a good actor, especially considering how terrible Travis' scripts were. He learned to work with them, but oof, some of them could be hard. But at the mention of the content of the plots, Angel pursed his lips together, staring off for a moment. Almost lost in thought. Things had gotten dark lately. And though Val hardly ever wrote the scripts, he wondered if it was a reflection of their relationship.

Being able to hurt Angel while it being part of his contract, like some sadistic fuck.

He snapped out of it, a soft smile on his face, leaning onto his elbows with a cheeky grin. "Yeah, well, that just shows that yeh' have seen mah' work." He purred out, no shame in pointing it out. It wasn't like that was a shock, most every sinner had seen him on screen before. Half the televisions were flooded with pornography, and with his looks, his channels often got the most ratings. "If it makes yeh' feel betta', ah' agree with yeh'. The plots suck and the scripts are tacky as fuck." He laughed, shrugging. "Ah' preferred when there were actual stories. Oh! Like the one where ah' got to be a pop star. That was fun." Plus, it had given Angel a chance to sing.

Speaking of. "Ah' will say mah' new music video is hot though. Yeh' should check it out." He teased, before staring at the hand extended to him, placing his in it and giving it a squeeze. "Pleasure. Yeh' already know mah' name, so. Bet yeh've moaned it a few times, too." A wiggle of eyebrows, before he was blinking. Being hit on was one thing, but this was different. Almost to the point he didn't know if it was a joke, or how he was meant to respond.

"A....vampire squid?" He blinked, not sure what that meant. Hell was full of random demons. The man he confided in the most was a fucking cat with wings, for crying out loud. Still, he sipped at the coffee he had purchased - fucking coffee shop AU - using the time to think for a moment, before giving a nod. "Yeah, sure. Ah've never been tah' the aquarium." Most of the places he was taken were obvious - clubs and bars. A change of pace might be nice.

Sexy Ask: So Blitz, you managed to get the attention of the sin of lust. How do plan on rocking his night so to speak with his request of wanting to be dominated?

"Do you mean before or after I pretend not to have an existential crisis because holy fuck what the fuck am I doing? After? Sweet, let's go with after!"

Blitz tugs his jacket straight and puts on a bright grin, because everything he is fine, he absolutely is not in over his head with that big damn chicken, who is absolutely not going to make Blitz fall for him because that's what Asmodeus does, all sweet and passionate and sincere as he is. Even if he's being harsh about putting someone in their place at the club, he's intensely charismatic and Blitz is absolutely not immune to that.

"So, once we're actually alone and I figure out that oh, shit, yeah no he's serious about this, and is seriously okay with letting me do this, I'll... probably be a disappointment, but fuck it, I'mma try to be the best disappointment he's ever had. Ozzie seems like he's probably going to be pretty chill with, uh. I mean, most things, considering who he is. But I'll probably ask what domination means for him. Does he want to be an active participant in decision-making once our playtime starts? Like, fuck, you know, does he want me to check in often, ask this or that? Because not all subs do. Some just want to surrender, to offer their bodies and their trust into someone's hands, to let someone else just... do what they want with them for a while, so they don't have to think, so they can just kind of... float and feel and experience.

"So uh..." Blitz is looking less cocky now, more thoughtful, actually considering how a conversation like that might go. "Yeah. That's how we'll start. Figure out what domination means to him, how much he wants to be able to mentally check out, how uh... present, he wants to be. If we're diving directly into shit like that, that takes a lot of trust, we're fuckin' talking about it first, you know? See where his hard limits are--shit, even his soft limits, I don't want to cross one just because, in the moment, he's horny and thinks it sounds great. It's too fuckin' easy to get a sub to agree to something they maaaaaybe don't really want to do, once the scene has already started, and I'm not about that life, I don't wanna do that to anyone."

He holds up his fingers for each point: "So, discuss domination. Discuss limits. Then work within those limits to fuckin' melt his feathered ass. I wanna see if chickens can purr. And I mean, obviously, I want to get deep inside of him. Asmodeus is gorgeous, can you even imagine how good it must feel to share your fuckin' body with him?"

Fuck all of this bullshit. Blitz heard Angel out, listened to every damn word, and he hated all of it, because he understood. Angel didn't seem to think he would, or could, but that was the damnable misery of shit like their lives: one couldn't help thinking they were suffering more than others somehow, or that there wasn't any way things could get better, or that someone couldn't understand.

The imp's tail wasn't often very animated around people he didn't know well, but he and Angel had been becoming friends recently, and he cared now. So, seeing Angel's distress, hearing it, and feeling his own, his tail started to twitch in sinuous little frustrated movements.

Blitz looked at their hands for a long moment, then shook his head and turned away, letting go. He started pacing.

There was shit he didn't tell people. He didn't tell Stolas. He didn't tell Moxxie. Only one person he could even remotely consider a friend knew, but nobody was going to ask Fizz about it, and Fizz wouldn't squeal on him anyway.

"You don't need to protect me," Blitz said. "If Valenfuckingtino wants to try shit with me, he's welcome to. I've dealt with a lot fucking worse. I know, I know. He's dangerous. It's Hell, everyone's dangerous, everyone's an asshole. And I do." He looked up, golden eyes practically blazing, and stopped pacing. "I do know the life of a sex worker. Not all of them are--completely fucked up by it. And some of them--us," he amended, tears shining momentarily bright in his eyes, "started real fuckin' young, because we didn't get a choice." The anger and shame made his voice break, and he quickly turned away from Angel.

"So Val's a psycho. Who here isn't?" Blitz pressed a hand to his face. "I just... don't want to lose you as a friend, alright? Whether that means I need to march in there and beat the shit out of Val," not that he really believed he could, but Blitz would try, and he would use every resource and trick at his disposal to make it work, "or we just pretend everything's fuckin' fine so we can cope, I don't... just...

"Don't leave. Alright? Please. Don't... leave. Me?"

Continued for @doublejango

Angel felt terrible for laughing, but it was impossible not to. Here was Blitz, thinking that he was going to fuck up Angel? It was the funniest joke he had heard in his afterlife. Sure, he still didn't know Blitz fully to a degree, but they all had their secrets. Especially in Hell. He shook his head, hiding the rest of his giggles at this point behind two of his hands, before snorting and pushing his hands through his hair. "Yeh' hysterical. Good one. If yeh' don't already think ah'm fucked up, yeh' clearly don't know the life of a sex worker."

He stressed, in a way of trying to affirm to Blitz that the imp would never be able to do more damage to him than he had already done to himself. He was certainly caught off guard, however, by the next things out of the smaller's mouth. The way that Blitz developed a sense of anger, enough so that Angel immediately laced his bottom two hands together, wringing them a bit nervously. He could handle anger, but he always prepared for the blow that was to often come from it.

"Ah' ain't wantin' tah' puss out." He stressed, shaking his head. "It's just, yeh' don't know mah' boss. And ah'm tryin' tah' protect yeh' here." Because he cared immensely about his friends, and protecting them, and putting their safety before his own. Before he could even explain just how cruel Valentino could be, Blitz was putting his hand out to him, Angel blinking at it in a bit of shock.

He stared at the extended hand, fighting off the urge to cry at it, taking Blitzo's hand in two of his own and gently squeezing the offer. "Ah' can't." He whispered, hating how broken his voice sounded, hating how much leverage the Overlord had over him. "Ah' can't run away, Blitz. Mah' soul is fuckin' under contract. Ah' literally can't escape because ah'm not...." Free. He couldn't say it. But he wasn't allowed to make his own choices, and he knew it.

"Ah' want this tah' work. This...whatever we have. Ah' like it. Ah' like you." He stressed, punctuating enough that his accent didn't even catch on the word. "But ah'm always gonna have tah' go tah' him first, Blitz. He pulls the strings. And ah' don't...ah' don't want that hurtin' yeh."

for @poisonedspider - continued from here, because we love Angel Dust and cleeaaaarly never want anything bad to happen to him

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"Oh, it's plenty fuckin' sus," Striker agreed, his voice calm and his eyes steady as he studied the spider. "Business like this always is, ain't it? "I hope you'll forgive me for tyin' you up. I plan to keep you that way until you give me some assurance you ain't gonna try to kill me, because I'd hate to have to put you down in a way that sticks. Can't have you respawning and going off to warn your pet Overlord." Although there was some heat to his words, everything about his body language was calm, self-assured. The imp didn't seem worried at all about things going badly, nor did he seem to have any actual animosity towards Angel. If he had to kill the beauty, he would, but it wouldn't be personal.

"I ain't the one that took you down, by the way. Someone else knocked you out, delivered you to me. And now, you're way outside'a your boundaries, kiddo. You get free of me, you'll be loose down in Wrath, and I don't think that'll end well for you." They were in a dingey little motel room, or so it seemed, but there was a distinct lack of noise. Up in Pride, in Pentagram City, there was always noise. Whether it was gunshots, screams, cars backfiring, or hotel residents fighting Heaven, Pentagram City was always bustling. One had to actively seek out silence, find solutions like noise canceling headphones or soundproof privacy booths.

But here?

Outside of these walls?

It sure sounded like there was nothing out there. Not another soul. No roads, no shouting. Nothing. Wind whistled and shushed around the building, and bits of dust filtered in through a small crack in the window, the precursor to a slowly approaching sandstorm.

Now that he'd given the spider at least half an understanding of what was going on, Striker picked up a bottle from where he'd left it on the sink. He unscrewed the top and took a swig to show that it wasn't poisoned, then poured a bit out so Angel could see what it was. Water, sure, maybe boring, but it was good and clean, and didn't smell like sulfur the way damn near all water in Hell did.

"So. What's it gonna be?" He crouched down and offered the bottle, tilting it so Angel could drink if he chose to. "You gonna cooperate with me, behave yourself?" Something in the dryness of his tone, or maybe the way his eyes never so much as strayed down the rest of Angel's body, implied that whatever Striker actually wanted from him, there wasn't going to be any sexual coercion or misconduct here. "Or do I leave you tied up here 'til you ain't useful to me anymore, then give you that long sleep you Sinners got robbed of?"